Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

It was strange that the drunkard saw that the man kept silent.

"Are you okay?"

The man wrapped in black air slowly turned around, raised his eyes to look at Mu Han, opened his mouth, and asked an unexpected question for the alcoholic: "Why do you insist on saving him?"

The drunkard was taken aback for a moment. Some did not react. He would suddenly ask such a question. There was a bad premonition in his heart. The drunkard frowned and looked a little nervous and agitated. He unconsciously followed one step forward: "Is he..."

"No."

Hearing what he said, the drunkard breathed a sigh of relief, his face slowly returning to normal.

"Nothing to do with you."

"You have to know that he is different from you, he does not belong to this world."

"You don't need to worry about it."

"Is it kind or love?" the man continued to ask.

"What the **** do you want to ask." The drunkard's face was very ugly.

"I just want to know if people who belong to two different worlds are destined to be unable to be together." The man looked down at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, looking very lonely and tangled.

The man's abnormality tonight made the alcoholic a bit strange. I never thought that this inhuman, non-ghost man would ask him such a question in such a sad and helpless tone.

"You came to me, just ask me this?"

"..."

Seeing that he ignored him, the drunkard began to speak tentatively.

"The cat monster next to Jun Moyan, but yours?"

The man paused while rubbing the medicine bottle's hand. He slowly raised his head and looked at the alcoholic, the expression in his eyes gradually changed.

"Cat demon?"

"Don't say you don't know."

"I do know, but how do you know?"

"I stumbled across it accidentally."

"Oh~ is it?" The man looked gloomy and indifferent.

"Yes or no?"

"What is it, what is it not?" The man bit his sentence extremely hard, watching the drunkard's eyes full of anger and killing intent.

"If so, what's your purpose for arranging her next to Jun Moyan? Supervise me or supervise Jun Moyan?" As soon as the drunkard had finished speaking, a hand formed by black energy directly strangled his throat , Lifted him up.

The man's angry voice followed.

"Mu Han, don't think I don't know what you want to ask. You deliberately designed to let Wen Xiaoai save people, and you came to me to verify Wen Xiaoai's identity and want her to help you save people. I tell you, Don’t be smart, you think that the person you want to save is simply that the meridians are all cut off? Don’t waste your thoughts, I can tell you very clearly, no one can save him except me in this world, you have to dare to save other things Mind, I can't get around you."

As the man's emotions became more and more agitated, the invisible hand that strangled the drunkard's neck continued to force and tighten.

The drunkard's face turned purple and he couldn't breathe at all. His eyes were blackened with severe brain hypoxia, and his ears were buzzing.

Both hands subconsciously grasped the invisible big hand on the neck, and the desire to survive made him want to break the hand away, but it was only in vain.

Finally, when the drunkard was about to die, the man closed his hand.

The alcoholic who had no support fell directly to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ahem..." He knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand, and touching his neck with the other, coughing nonstop.

"Find a way to take this medicine to Wen Xiaoai, one pill a week."

A medicine bottle appeared in front of him, and the man's words followed.

The drunkard raised his eyes and looked at the medicine bottle floating in front of him, still coughing.

After a while, he stopped coughing, eased his energy, and said with some difficulty: "...Don't find me, you are not qualified to let me do this."